Taking time out to create His own war It an aerial assault It's the war of the bird Strapped to his forearm Awaiting flight, He's blind as the night Set his mask free Piercing eyes point towards the sea A waiting white gull So swift in flight Flowing like the sea Shadowed by his wing spread As the bird takes to flight He is bound in ecstacy As the claws sink in deep He hears the bird start to scream As his life is taken from him Another trophy retrieved Warbird Champion your King Warriors on wings Warbird Champion your King Warriors on wings Sheltered eyes hide the deep blue sky Shackles hold the arching wings Until tomorrow imprisoned For tomorrow he will be free Taking time out to create His own war It an aerial assault It's the war of the bird Strapped to his forearm Awaiting flight He's blind as the night Set his mask free Piercing eyes point Towards the sea
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